Chapter Three
Those perfectly sculpted hips that Kurt had spent hours memorizing were pale and smooth and just what Kurt had imagined them to be underneath the clothing. Those hip bones jutted out just right and Kurt traced the bones with his tongue, making the boy beneath him shiver. Kurt smirked crawled up the boy's body, slowly dragging his cock along it on the way. Kurt moaned at the friction and the boy underneath him mimicked the noise.
Their erections touched and Kurt gasped at the sensation. The curly-haired boy grabbed the back of Kurt's head and flipped him over so he was now on top. "You teasing bitch," the boy growled and Kurt moaned again at the sound. That voice was so sexy and Kurt just wanted to hear more of it. He needed to hear more of it.
"Talk to me."
"Say what? How I want to fuck you so hard you won't be able to remember your own damn name?" Kurt moaned again and the boy above him smirked and thrust his hips down hard, rubbing their erections together. Kurt's lover moaned deep and low as he grabbed both of their cocks with one hand and started to moved them together.
Kurt writhed beneath the shorter boy and lifted his hips upward with a frightening force, wanting more. "Shit," the dark-haired boy muttered, and thrust down as Kurt thrust upwards once more. Their hip bones connected with a loud smack. Kurt moaned and a shiver ran up his spine.
"More," Kurt could barely utter the single word. He was breathless and sweaty and needed this so badly. The boy above him smirked and nodded before slamming down again. Kurt arched his back and let out a wanton moan as those hips continuously slammed into his. Those fucking glorious hips. Kurt grabbed them with a force that would surely leave bruises and pulled them down, forcing them to go faster.
His lover took their cocks in his hand once again, stroke once, twice and "Blaine!" Kurt was coming hard all over their stomachs with a loud scream.
Kurt's eyes snapped open and he breathed deeply. He looked down to see himself covered in his own sweat and cum. His fingers were gripping the sheets so tightly, Kurt swore he was going to rip holes in them. What the fuck just happened? Kurt just had a wet dream about Blaine Anderson, the monster living in his apartment, that's what. What was he a twelve year old boy going through puberty?
He sat up and instantly felt disgusting. His body was covered in a layer of sweat, slowly drying and it began to feel stiff and sticky against his skin. His pajama pants were wet in the front and he could feel the gross oozing of his own bodily fluids inside his underwear. Kurt got up and ran towards the shower, stripping off all his clothing within seconds. He stepped under the hot spray and felt relief swim through his body. It was as if the water was washing away the dream along with the sweat and cum. It wasn't that this dream was Kurt's first sex dream, because he had had plenty of them before. It was the way he felt in the dream. It felt amazing. It felt exhilarating. Their bodies had fit together perfectly. But Kurt had to remind himself that it was just a dream. Kurt didn't even know what Blaine's body would feel like against his in real life. But he would be lying if he said he didn't want to find out.
Kurt made sure he got dressed before venturing out into the hallway, remembering what had happened yesterday with that mistake. After dressing and styling his hair for the day, Kurt stripped his bed of the spoiled sheets. He planned to sprint out of his room and get to the laundry room, with the dirty sheets, without seeing Blaine. But of course, the world hated him and as soon as he stepped outside his room, Blaine was stepping out of his with a huge grin and cheery voice,"Good morning, sunshine! Watch out it might be a little 'wet' today." Blaine winked and Kurt blushed, embarrassed but fuming with rage at the same time.
"I hate you. I hate you so much." Kurt spat out with distaste for the boy in front of him.
"The cum stains on your bed sheets say otherwise. But thank you."
"For what?" Kurt replied in a flustered rush as he tried as best he could to hide his bed sheets.
"Hearing you scream out my name in your sleep as you came, gave me good masturbation material for a week, maybe two." Blaine sent Kurt a devilish smirk and walked out towards the kitchen. Fuck, that was hot. No, what was Kurt thinking? He was thinking that he wanted Blaine like he had him in his dream. No, he would not bring himself down to his level. He would not let him be distracted by this gorgeous man. He couldn't, but he wanted to, so bad. Kurt was having major internal banter with himself. He didn't know what he should do. Hell, he knew what he wanted to do. Just wanting Blaine sent excitement through his veins, it was liberating wanting the bad boy. Kurt never got the appeal of such people, but now he knew and was experiencing it first-hand. Then he noticed he was standing in the middle of the hallway, still holding his dirty sheets and he all but ran towards the laundry room.
Kurt was sitting at the table, sipping at his coffee and reading the most recent New York Times. Blaine sat across from him and asked "So what was it?"
"What was what?" Kurt mumbled from behind his paper, trying to act nonchalant about the whole situation. But the fact that the boy from his dreams was right across from him was kinda freaking Kurt out.
"What inspired this dream?" Blaine explained with a quirk of the lips.
"Excuse me?" Kurt sat his paper and coffee down, eyes narrowed at the boy.
"It was the tongue piercing, wasn't it? You wanted to know what it felt like running up your body, running up the length of your-"
"No!" Kurt practically screamed cutting off the rest of that sentence that was sure to get Kurt worked up all over again. "It wasn't the tongue piercing."
"Care to enlighten me on what it was?" Kurt barely heard him, Kurt was in a daze. He was thinking about what really made this dream. It was the hips. Kurt never thought he had a thing for hips before, but that was before he saw Blaine's in those red skinny jeans. Kurt had been up at obscene hours watching videos of his roommate performing with his band. Blaine was good, he was really good.
In this one particular video he had been wearing these glorious red pants. They hung low enough that you could see the hip bones jut slightly out. His hips were also perfectly curved, it was as if they were sculpted by an artist. And the way they moved, don't even get Kurt started. They swayed just right and swiveled that showed off just how much rhythm he had. And boy did the rhythm show in the dream, as those hips continued to slam into Kurt's creating just enough friction for a mind-blowing orgasm. Kurt shivered at the thought then realized that he was still sitting at the table across from the boy he had just been fantasizing about.
Kurt looked over and flushed a bit. Blaine was staring at him, his eyes seemed darkened, and he wasn't smirking as he usually would. He was just staring a Kurt, mouth slightly agape. He shook his head slightly, black curls bouncing a bit and there it was again, his cocky smirk as he muttered, "Well whatever it was, it must have been a pretty damn good dream."
Kurt just hummed slightly, not denying, not agreeing. He was going to let Blaine think whatever he wanted. He took another sip of his coffee, the coffee that Blaine had made him.
Blaine stood up abruptly, "Well I'm off to band practice. I will see you later?"
"Depends. I'm off today so I'm going out tonight."
"With who?" Blaine asked in an accusing tone.
Kurt didn't know why it mattered but he told him anyways, "My friend, Brett, from work. We are going to a club."
"Vanity?" Vanity was a local gay club that Kurt visited often. Kurt nodded slowly. Why the hell did Blaine care so much? Kurt was going to ask when Blaine spoke up again, "Convenient." He left without another word and Kurt just sat there with a puzzled expression on his face. Kurt didn't know if he would ever understand that man.
Nevertheless, Kurt was excited to go out tonight. He hadn't been able to go out and have some fun in awhile. It helped he was going with Brett, he usually could have fun with him no matter what they were doing. The rest of Kurt's day consisted of lying around and watching horrible reality television until his phone vibrated in his pocket and Kurt pulled it out. It was a text from Brett reading, "Hey. I'm coming over to sex you up. You are getting laid tonight, my friend." Kurt didn't even bother replying, he knew Brett wouldn't let up once he had an idea. One thing for sure though, Kurt was not getting laid. Yeah, he had done every single thing possible instead of actually going that extra mile and having sex. He even had went as far as fingering before. But Kurt had never been with someone that he really wanted to be with.
Brett bust into the apartment a moment later yelling Kurt's name. Kurt was laying on the couch and jumped up, startled by the sudden invasion. "How the hell did you get in my apartment?"
"I had a key made." Brett said like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"You had- You had a-" Kurt gaped, unable to come up with words. When the fuck did he have a key made? Brett was a crazy son-of-a-bitch and for that Kurt loved him just a little more.
"Is your roommate here?" Brett frantically searched the apartment with his eyes.
"No." Kut replied, stretching his arms up and back until he heard the satisfying crack of his spine.
"Dammit!"
"You bitch! You just wanted to see Blaine, you don't really care about me!" Kurt slapped Brett teasingly on the arm.
"Oh, Kurt! You know I do. I just really wanted to see the gorgeous man living in your apartment." Brett grinned down at him and Kurt smiled back slightly before snapping a reply.
"You just wanted to get into his pants." Kurt raised and eyebrow, just daring him to disagree.
"Of course I did. But I think that spot is reserved for you." Brett winked and Kurt blushed slightly remembering the dream from earlier. The dream that he was never going to forget apparently. "Oh, you want it bad."
"Shut up," Kurt laughed a bit and walked towards his bedroom, Brett following close behind.
An hour later Kurt was stuffed into pants that were so tight they were probably going to turn his legs and everything else down there purple. Brett had also picked out a red button up shirt that stretched tightly over his chest and stomach. Kurt had picked out the knee-high black boots himself. This outfit left absolutely nothing to the imagination and Kurt, not that he would ever admit to anyone, kinda liked it. "Fuck, Kurt." Brett muttered, "Why have I not been in your pants?"
"Because I don't want to get some disease."
"I'm glad you think so highly of me." Brett laughed lightly
"You don't think it looks like I'm trying too hard?" Kurt questioned, studying himself in his full-length mirror.
"You are going to a club. Everyone looks like they are trying too hard. But at least you are actually hot."
"Well thanks."
An hour later, most of the time spent fussing with Kurt's hair, they finally arrived at Vanity. Once inside, the bass of the music invaded Kurt's senses and ran through his body mimicking his own heart beat. Kurt welcomed it, he loved it. Brett grabbed his hand and nearly dragged him to the bar, ordering drinks for the both of them as he hopped up on the stool. Bretty swiveled around, surveying the crowd, Kurt copied him, not caring too much who was here. Kurt just like to enjoy himself. Brett was most likely looking for someone to take home and the moment he thought it Brett leaned over and yelled over the music, "Should I go for the muscular guy with the tattoos on the right or be adventurous and go for the sexy bartender?"
"Bang the bartender on his break then take the muscular guy home."
"Oh my God, Kurt! That's brilliant!" Brett exclaimed excitedly then turned and raised his eyebrows at Kurt, "When did you turn into such a slut?"
"Just trying to think like you," Kurt snidely remarked as their drinks arrived. Brett winked at the bartender who grinned in response. Kurt shook his head and laughed lightly.
"I think you just indirectly called me a whore," Brett replied and Kurt chuckled in agreement.
An hour or so passed and the club began to fill up more and more. Kurt was feeling a little buzzed but he was very much under control and still perched on his stool. Brett was strolling over, probably trying to get Kurt to dance again, Kurt sighed "Is that who I think it is?" Brett choked out. Kurt was going to ask who when Brett pointed towards the door. And there he was, Blaine.
Kurt nodded a little and stared at the shorter boy who walked in like he owned the place. He was dressed in a white v-neck t-shirt that was so tight Kurt could see every contour of his body. And damn, his body was incredible. Kurt's eyes wandered down and, "Holy fucking shit." He breathed out.
Brett's eyes snapped towards Kurt. "What?"
The jeans. Those fucking red jeans. Blaine was wearing them. If Kurt thought Blaine looked fantastic in them in the video, he looked like a fucking Greek God now. They hung low, just like the video and the t-shirt was so tight that Kurt could see Blaine's hip bones. Those hip bones that Kurt had fantasized about were taking turns jutting out as Blaine walked towards him. Fuck, he was walking towards him. Blaine's eyes were sparkling with mischief and Kurt realized his mouth hung open in shock. He quickly closed it and Blaine was smirking now.
"Hey sweet cheeks, fancy meeting you here."
Kurt narrowed his eyes, "I told you I'd be here."
"Oh, did you? I must have forgotten." Blaine chuckled, sarcasm dripping heavily off his words.
"Whatever." Brett nudged Kurt hard in the side, "Ow, you bitch!" Kurt rubbed his side and glared at Brett who shifted his gaze towards Blaine. Kurt sighed, "Blaine, this is my friend Brett. Brett this is Blaine."
"Hello, Brett. I'm Blaine Anderson." Blaine gave Brett a million-dollar smile and Kurt felt a little offended. Blaine never showed that much interest in him. Kurt huffed, annoyed by the situation in front of him.
"I know who you are," Brett purred and Kurt glared at him. Brett noticed this and held his hands in the air, in mock surrender, and took a step back away from Blaine, heading back to the dance floor.
"Getting a little possessive are we?" Blaine asked Kurt, moving closer to him. Kurt simply rolled his eyes and ordered another drink for himself. He was going to need it with Blaine around. Blaine perched himself on a stool next to Kurt, also ordering a drink.
"Why are you sitting here? Wouldn't you rather be out there dancing up against some guy?" Kurt asked and looked over to see Blaine suggestively running his tongue around the straw in his drink. His piercing bobbed up and down a little as it ran over the plastic material. Kurt wanted to moan at the sight as those dark, hazel eyes peered at him over the glass. Why did this boy turn Kurt on so much?
Blaine set down his drink and leaned over to Kurt, "Only if the guy was you." Blaine purred into his ear and Kurt blushed.
"T-that's not happening. I am not dancing with you." Kurt had to hold his ground.
"Fine," Blaine looked a little defeated and Kurt almost felt bad. Blaine grabbed his drink and headed towards the dance floor. Kurt watched that great ass walk away in those glorious jeans. Shit, what was Kurt thinking? Why did he reject that?
One more drink later, Kurt was nearly seething at the sight of Blaine grinding up against that skinny blonde. Why did he even care? He shouldn't care what Blaine did. It meant nothing to Kurt whether Blaine danced with the blonde or not. Except that it did. Brett was just getting himself situated on the stool next to him when Kurt reached out and grabbed his wrist with nearly bruising strength and pulled him towards the dance floor. The Australian gave Kurt a wary look but just went with it starting to dance to the beat of the music. Kurt had moved suspiciously close to Blaine and the blonde twink.
Kurt grabbed the back of Brett's neck and yanked him forward until their foreheads were just touching, sharing oxygen. Kurt started to swivel his hips towards Brett's to the beat of the music. He sneakily looked at Blaine out of the corner of his eye to see if he was watching. Obviously, it wasn't that sneaky as Brett caught on and looked towards Blaine as well. Brett did a visible, "Oh!" and there it was, the light bulb, Brett grinned cheekily and nodded. Kurt smiled back and nodded a 'thanks.'
Brett started to play along and gripped Kurt's hips with his fingertips bringing them even closer together. Their bodies moved together as one with the heavy bass and Kurt flung back his head and laughed at the whole situation. And well that got Blaine's attention. Kurt could just see Blaine's head whip around at the sound. Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt could see Blaine watching them. Kurt decided to give him what he deserved. Kurt ground his hips into Brett's. Brett grinned and mirrored the action.
Kurt flung his head back once more, exposing his neck. Brett smirked and leaned down to place his lips against Kurt's neck. He made sure his face was on the opposite side of Blaine as he began to whisper in Kurt's ear, "Christ, Kurt. If Blaine doesn't come over here and ravish you soon, I might just have to." Kurt blushed. "Good job. I knew all I would have to do is say something sexual to get you to blush." Kurt started to blush again, "Blaine probably thinks I'm whispering all the dirty things I'm going to you. He's going to be pissed." Brett laughed and stood up straight again, pulling Kurt with him.
As soon as Kurt started grinding up against Brett again, he turned and saw Blaine promptly push the blonde off of him and start to stride over to the pair. Kurt watched as Blaine grabbed ahold of Brett and roughly pushed him off Kurt growling, "Get the fuck off him!"
Before Brett could retort, Blaine was grabbing Kurt and pulling him forwards towards him. As soon as their bodies touched, Kurt could feel what felt like electricity running through his body. He could feel it through his veins. Suddenly, it was a lot hotter in the club. "Getting a little possessive are we?" Kurt mimicked Blaine's earlier words and Blaine threw his head back and laughed. It was a beautiful sound and Kurt couldn't stop himself from laughing along with him. Kurt felt a little twinge in his heart like he was starting to have some affection for the boy. That was impossible. But nevertheless, it was going to be an interesting night.
A/N: Well I hoped you enjoyed that chapter. It took me a long time to get some sort of muse to write it. Please review if you enjoyed! I would appreciate it. Your guys reviews never fail to put a smile on my face. =)